Xuanhuan: Night Is Coming

Yuan Zong: "You've come?"

Kui Muguqing: "You say everything in the world has a soul. What about this endless night? Does it have one?" The enormous Abyuan moved along with him.

At the tip of the sword, sword energy compressed the formless, intangible air into a transparent semicircle. The enormous Abyuan made space tremble, creating a startling spectacle!

"Three-Origin Sword Washing. If you had reached Earth-Origin Sword Washing at the Palm-Soul Venerable Realm, I would draw my blade. But this is only Human-Origin. You'll die." Pei Yang's long hair streamed behind him, and his dust-cleansing robe clung tightly to his body in the wind. Even so, he still did not draw his blade.

Since he had comprehended the Sword Soul and drawn Abyuan from Sword-Washing Cliff, he had fought over a hundred battles. He had suffered only a handful of defeats and retreats, and in his early twenties had earned the title of Sword Prodigy of the Southern Province. Yet fate had kept him from ever crossing paths with the renowned Green Jade Tyrant Blade.

But across the eastern, western, and southern provinces, countless cultivators of the Sword Soul, himself included, yearned to pit themselves against the Tyrant Blade, a peerless master whose art was passed down to only one person in each generation.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.